Down this road again Though new sights appearVision transformingNew emotions stir Within my translucent beingEnergy…
Poetry — sort of — or terrors
In the Ambassadors park — different spaces to be:To sit tight and quiet or hang around, unbound,Maybe catch your breath in the…
A poem…
Errands on a SundayMisty rain, a glum skyThe morning after no sunshinein the slums — hazy2…